Oh, not ill! Tulla is sad. All day Tulla sits apart and sighs, “Eheu! Woe is me!” And all because my father has not taken her as usual to the country!
Valentinus.
Tertulla has fewer pleasures than those who can see!
Quartilla.
That is true! Wait! [She has an inspiration.] I have a way to cheer her! I’ll tell her Pertinax is here! [About to go.]
Pertinax.
[Greatly agitated.] The gods forbid! Quartilla, if so you do, never again will I pluck sweet pears for you and grapes and pomegranates when you steal out to me in the orchard!
Quartilla.
[Teasing.] See now how frightened he is! One would think my poor sister to be accursed, the way he always runs from her! However as I love sweet pears and grapes and pomegranates I promise I won’t tell!